Looking at faces,
Doesn't stir my mind.
I have lost the life I once had,
And left everything behind.
Touching a hand,
Reminds me of nothing at all.
My mind is a blank slate,
With nothing to recall.
Breathing in a scent,
Brings back no memories,
Swimming through my empty mind,
I find neither letters nor stories.
Brings me closer to my death,
Knowing no one who will mourn me,
When I am past my last breath.
listening to doesn't remind me by audioslave inspired me to write this
Wonderful, just wonderful! Except I wouldn't have put a smile in the comments... kind of takes away from the poem's emotion... It's like a cheerful advertisement cutting off the sad part of a TV show. But the poem was great.